Mirror Mirrornumber1idolSeptember 14 2005, 05:38:36 UTC
God, and it's so hot, too. I demand AU sex RIGHT NOW. NOW. NO NOW.
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He needed to find a new way to shut Yuusuke up, because he was beginning to suspect that the mild physical abuse was only an encouragment. Nobody could get injured that often or that badly unless some part of them wanted it--and if Yuusuke couldn't even keep his mouth shut in battle, what was a good smack upside the head compared to that?
No, violence was not the answer.
. . . The problem was, he couldn't pretend he didn't get something of a rush out of it himself. That moment of startled shock, the not-quite-pain--never quite pain, pain would have ruined it--before Yuusuke settled back into that confident smirk, that smirk that Gwendal wanted to swallow, was left hard and wanting when he dreamed of robbing it from Yuusuke's lips.
He wondered exactly how much of that was visible on his own face in those moments; tried not to think about it.
Gwendal stormed back to his cabin, with no small amount of melodrama. They'd been bickering again--it was nothing new. Nothing new at all.
What was new was the hand clutching the back of his jacket, spinning him around, the force shoving his back into the ridges of the cabin wall hard enough to hurt--not quite pain, never quite pain--the weight heavy and warm again his chest and the breath tickling his neck. The dilated pupils and then the parted lips, bare inches from his own. Yuusuke licked them before he could speak.
"Heh. Wanted to see . . . the look on my own face when you do that kind of thing to me, Gwendal. Had to know--had to know what the attraction was."
Gwendal felt himself arch into Yuusuke's thigh, without thought, and squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling. "And . . . do you, now?"
Yuusuke couldn't answer with his tongue in Gwendal's mouth, but Gwendal had been wanting a better way to shut him up, after all.
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He needed to find a new way to shut Yuusuke up, because he was beginning to suspect that the mild physical abuse was only an encouragment. Nobody could get injured that often or that badly unless some part of them wanted it--and if Yuusuke couldn't even keep his mouth shut in battle, what was a good smack upside the head compared to that?
No, violence was not the answer.
. . . The problem was, he couldn't pretend he didn't get something of a rush out of it himself. That moment of startled shock, the not-quite-pain--never quite pain, pain would have ruined it--before Yuusuke settled back into that confident smirk, that smirk that Gwendal wanted to swallow, was left hard and wanting when he dreamed of robbing it from Yuusuke's lips.
He wondered exactly how much of that was visible on his own face in those moments; tried not to think about it.
Gwendal stormed back to his cabin, with no small amount of melodrama. They'd been bickering again--it was nothing new. Nothing new at all.
What was new was the hand clutching the back of his jacket, spinning him around, the force shoving his back into the ridges of the cabin wall hard enough to hurt--not quite pain, never quite pain--the weight heavy and warm again his chest and the breath tickling his neck. The dilated pupils and then the parted lips, bare inches from his own. Yuusuke licked them before he could speak.
"Heh. Wanted to see . . . the look on my own face when you do that kind of thing to me, Gwendal. Had to know--had to know what the attraction was."
Gwendal felt himself arch into Yuusuke's thigh, without thought, and squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling. "And . . . do you, now?"
Yuusuke couldn't answer with his tongue in Gwendal's mouth, but Gwendal had been wanting a better way to shut him up, after all.
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Also WUT WRITE MORE AND FOREVER KTHX.
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